Her face, as the candle-light struck it amid the shadows of the doorways was like an angelic vision to him--the heavenly calm of it just exquisitely broken by the wonder, the shock, of his presence.
'You here ?' he cried coming up to her, and taking her hand--what secret instinct guided him ?--close in both of his.

'I never dreamt of it--so late.

My cousin sent me over--she wished for news.' She smiled involuntarily.

It seemed to her she had expected this in some sort all along.

But her self-possession was complete.
'The excited state may be over in a short time now,' she answered him in a quiet whisper; 'but at present it is at its height.